That's enough detail right?

[Caile]

Glenn,

Not sure if Agnie told you about the Dagger. Strange creatures bursting from people and I stabbed a man with a dissappearing dog arm with an infecting bite.

Renea

[Glenn]

Renea,

Agnie told me nothing. Perhaps you ought to try drawing a picture.

Glenn

[Caile]

Glenn,

Maybe you should just come to the arena and see for yourself. I've told the militia not to shoot you.

Renea

[channe]

Glenn,

Reneya and me capshured a man in the woods what killed the graveyard ash-keeper.

He has a Book. We are not to read it. Having been Stupid with Books lately I agree. Espeshuly since he has MONSTERS IN HIS MOUTH. Pleese take this seriusly. They are at the Areyna. There might be Drow involved.

Reneya told the Milisha they should not shoot you. Anownce yorself anyway. If you doant want to do it because of the Drow I understand. But still you shud be Aware.

When are we just going to kill them all? Fraking cock-rowches.

Yours,
Agnie

P.S. Bring a vomit bag, this shit is ridikulus.

[Glenn]

Please take this seriously. But it wasn't that at all. He might have NOT taken that seriously. There were just SO many moving pieces that Glenn was trying to balance and control right now. No instead it was Pleese take this seriusly. and really, how could anyone say no to that. It was positively charming. And really? Attacked by the militia. They knew him. Certainly, they revered him.. in their own way of course. He spent time out there now and again sparring with them in his attempt to constantly find fresh opponents. And it's not like he hadn't been shot at before... quite often really, though yes, it was a rare occurrence these days.

So, without fear, and with some promptness, he found his way to the arena, accompanied by a scroll-holding Maxwell, there to take notes to return to the inquisitory with, if it was necessary.

No bag for vomit, either. Glenn Burnie was well past the point that anything could turn his stomach, not after the things he had seen over the last few years.